June 28th, 1869
Prenatal care was an afterthought to the headstrong Mary Murphy. Eat well, get a good walk in once or twice a day, keep stress levels down, avoid excessive heat, smoke less and don’t drink at all and the baby would arrive in nine months well and fine. Today she was heading on over to the clinic where a new female doctor had taken up residence some time ago, a few months after Evelyn was born actually. She missed Doctor Wright, the man that had seen to her to tell her she was pregnant that summer two years ago. She had been happy and terrified at the same time, the father of the child was due to go on a very long trip in just a few days and in all honesty, Mary was not expecting him to come back. The marshal was frivolous but also a mean son of a bitch if he wanted to be, not to mention unfaithful. Mary gave him a stern talking to while aiming down the sights of the lawman’s military issued repeater, even squeezed off a round with every intention of killing the cheating bastard. Thankfully she missed because the man proved his worth when he returned in late winter to the squirming bundle of joy he now called his daughter. Mary and Davion had since reconciled, apologized for the cheating since Mary had decided to get even at one point and slept with another man that was staying at the saloon at the time. She had tried to woo the jail keeper, Seth Mercer, but her efforts were fruitless so she went for someone a little sweeter, an easterner that clearly had no reservations about the affair. It was a stupid attempt to get back at Davion though since he was none the wiser and didn’t even know about that until just recently, about four months ago in fact. The man at the saloon was also a good friend and afterward she had to apologize to him, feeling as though she had used him, but they couldn’t see each other anymore. Luckily he was understanding and agreed wholeheartedly and they were even able to remain close friends.
Her dog followed along behind her, her daughter, now seventeen months old, was heavy but not too much for the former outlaw as the clinic was next door to her own home. At the door she commanded the wolfhound to lie down in the shade of the awning and wait for her, his big tongue hanging from his bristly jaws trailed strings of drool on the hot summer day as the black hound folded himself up in a most awkward way and took his spot on the porch.
Mary had an appointment to have her daughter’s yearly physical, so she was a few months late, what harm would it do? It wasn’t like she didn’t take care of her kid, she fed her, cleaned up after her and made sure to only leave her with capable people when she went to work, either with a good friend or with her husband at the sheriff's office. Stepping into the cool of the parlor she took a seat in the waiting room across from a woman about her age that looked a little flustered, might be out of laudanum or something, Mary had always grit her teeth and bared her pain the old fashioned way. Besides that stuff was really easy to get addicted to, but not at all easy to withdraw from. She had tried to convince Davion to come along and have the doc take a look at his gunshot wound from when he got hit back in February but he insisted that he was fine. She herself had been hit superficially about five times in the arms and legs, it was a miracle really but her husband had just about died. He had to see a doctor then, thankfully he was unconscious at the time, men and doctors it seemed never got along. Mary’s five month pregnant belly was fairly telling at this point even in her loose fitting shirt and duster and despite feeling like shit she bounced Evelyn on her knee and the toddler laughed clearly amused.